Sometimes I confuse weariness with tiredness and vice versa. This weekend was one of weariness. Even as I type, I feel far too old for my age.
I missed the Super Bowl, exchanging it for a lengthy heart-to-heart instead. It was so painful. So honest. So beautiful. Apparently Skype makes me cry.
Thrice’s “Come All You Weary” speaks to my heart tonight. I’m so thankful for grace and respite. This is the sort of lullaby I’m choosing to cling to as I learn to navigate this thing called life.
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Love this song